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I just made it home from this year’s Roskilde Festival. It was my first year at Roskilde, and I must say, for nine straight days, fucking Roskilde was the happiest place on the planet, and the center of the whole damn Universe!

The fucking CENTER!

It was the most awesome time, just laying in the sun drinking cheap wine

OMGWTF?! FRIGGISHLY CHEAP FUCKING WINE!!!!!!11!!1!!11!

and listening to music. Well, I didn’t attend that many concerts actually, but these guys:

Yeah. Fucking MOTÖRHEAD! Drink up ya bastard!

Up front. Mosh pit. Oh. Yes.

And then, there were the reunited Danish alt-rock/grunge heroes in Dizzy Mizz Lizzy

Did you hear that Dizzy was reunited?

I wish I could say that I saw The Prodigy and Muse too, but unfortunately I was scheduled for work that day, collecting refund cans and bottles for guys like these

Smile, yo! Good, back to work, kiddo!

in some Asian country

Next year, I’m definitely not collecting any fucking cans or bottles. That shit was just too much. Working for 8 hours straight doing something that the gypsies around the camping area already did for my, just don’t work for me, and collecting cans and bottles just ain’t that friggishly arousing. Fuck me. Jesus.

… Oh yeah, because of the heat (it’s been like 30 degrees all the time), people tend to drink a lot.

A fuckload of beer

And what happens when you drink that many fucking beers? Yeah, this happens

THIS IS... URINE!

So, here’s our equation:

X = (Urine*desert dry sand)+a little wind

X = Urine sand+a littlewind

X = urine dust

I fuck you not. When you didn’t smell all the urine (every vertical object seemed to be a toilet) you could fucking taste that nasty ass urine dust. Motherfucker.

Oh yeah, then I also saw:

Gorillaz

&

Them Crooked Vultures

Is it just me, or is Josh Homme getting fatter and fatter?

So, yesterday music lost one of its greatest voices. That of Ronald James Padavona, father of

\m/ THE HORNS \m/

He was known from such groups as Rainbow, Black Sabbath, Heaven & Hell and his own band, Dio. Asides from these he was also the man behind Hear ‘n Aid, a collective fundraiser, raising money for famine relief in Africa.

Ronnie James Dio, July 10th, 1942 – May 16th, 2010

Goodnight sweet prince.

Mother… Fucker… About an hour ago, I was lying in my bed, listening to a few Robert Johnson recordings, while I stared at the famous picture of him with his Gibson L1:

I just couldn’t stop staring. God damn, it’s probably one of the creepiest pictures ever taken! I mean, that devil/cat-thingy in the cloud/noise to his right, and his face. Fuck, I don’t know ’bout you, by I’m scared. Anywho, I fell asleep, and fuck me, I almost screamed when I woke up, with the picture (on the cover of the CD) right next to my face!

Damn…

I was asked what the term “generation gap” means.

A generation gap is when your 5-year old niece takes a look at this picture:

And says: “Aaaaaw, why couldn’t I have those clowns at my birthday party??”

Du visar oss allt du har
Du håller på Dancin ‘och rummet blir varm
Du kör oss vilda kommer vi göra dig galen
Du säger att du vill gå till en spin
Partiets bara börjat, vi dig i
Du kör oss vilda kommer vi göra dig galen
Du håller på ropa, du håller på skrika

Jag vill rock’n’roll hela natten och festar varje dag

Not much’s been up for the past few days. Actually for the past week, except for this weekend, when I attended this really cool self defence-seminar in Aarhus – except for that it’s been really, really dull, and I’m sorry for not writing anything, so here is a nice drawing of Lemmy from Motörhead:

“Jag förstår inte folk som tror att om du ignorerar någonting, kommer det att försvinna. Det är helt fel – om det är ignoreras, samlar den styrka. Europa ignorerade Hitler i tjugo år … Som ett resultat, slaktade han en fjärdedel av världen! “

I’m just about broke. The financial crisis didn’t exactly make it easier to find jobs and I need money. So, what do you do? Where do you turn, when you are two and a half step from male prostitution? Oh, that’s right: MEDICAL RESEARCH! Signing up as a guinea pig for a shitload of doctors is probably the only place one can get a job for sure, and if you choose the right experiments and projects there’s a lot of money to collect, so I’ve signed up for a lumbar puncture (basically, they stick a needle into my spine and drain some spinal fluids – it was formerly known as a Spinal Tap \m/) and a few bloodtests – everything will be done in just about 2 hours, and the pay is good

That’s my advice for all of you broke sons of bitches out there who don’t know what to do. Sign up for a few experiments, if you’re lucky they’ll inject you with some really cool stuff, LSD if you’re really, lucky? Government funded acid trips… Sounds good.

Sliced eyeball in 3... 2... 1...

Sliced eyeball in 3... 2... 1...

But I really need to sleep. I feel like watching some old surrealist/avantgarde movie or analyse a painting, but the truth is, that it is now 23:59 or 11:59 pm, and I started watching the first season of Lost yesterday (and me being a sucker for that kind of stuff… House, M.D., How I met your Mother, Scrubs, NCIS, Futurama, Family guy, Bones – tv shows in general, I really, really need to watch at least two episodes before I got to bed… I know, it’s bad…) so I really don’t have the time to spend two hours watching, thinking and writing about art right now, even though it would be awesome to put on some jazz and just be intellectual again for once. It was much easier back in high school when I had to do that kind of thing, but without a deadline from a teacher and knowing that not writing the 5 page essay about Un Chien Andalou would have consequences, I’m just not that motivated…